“Shameless?” She scoffed, stepping closer. “And you think you’re worthy of Alpha Thorne? You’re weak, Freya. He deserves better.”
I clenched my fists. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “Spare me your self-righteous crap. You’ve been holding him back, and you know it.”
Before I could stop myself, my hand shot up, ready to strike. But Thorne’s voice cut through the chaos.
“Freya!” He stormed in, his presence sending ripples through the crowd.
“What the hell is going on?”
I froze, my hand still raised, my heart sinking.
“Thorne, I—”
“Enough!” His voice was sharp. He turned his glare on me, and the betrayal in his eyes shattered something inside. “Why are you provoking her?”
“I wasn’t—” I started, but his expression silenced me.
The hurt hit me like a punch. How could he blame me?
Wolves whispered. The pack, once my home, now felt like a cage, denying me my place by Thorne’s side.
I couldn’t breathe. I stumbled outside, my heart heavy, and found myself at the healer’s door.
“Please... take this baby away from this misery.”